I opened up the room access, stomach churning. My gut dropped as Serah saw me and smiled, widely and broadly.

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the room with a cute-almost stumble. She wrapped her blazon around me, but I stood rigid. She must have felt that, sensed something was damage, because her smile began to fade. Her lip still stayed stretched up, but her optic started to fulfil with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

breakup are foul. I did n't want to hurt Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me legal injury : around 5'6 with a voluptuous body that was pillowy and subdued around the tits and nates, but still some kind of taut around her waistline. Long, fluent legs, and a pussy she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the girl had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the dark with the urge, I could count on being able-bodied to wake her with two fingers between her stage and get a thoroughly answer.

You can probably tell, I have some regrets. Or rather, some distrust. But personally ? The girl was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any variety of running trick she could establish. I never minded her flirting with other guys ; I 'm not the jealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to create you jealous. Not lusting after person else, but rather just pretending to, for a reaction. No, I was well snap of Serah, but I knew there were going to be some things that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a coup d'oeil of her chest heave through sobs, some of life 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll spare you the emotional details. I was cold, while she tried to wriggle some kind of tenderness from me, some sort of apology perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the dissolution, but perhaps my nerve failed me. At any rate, it left me stood here like a gameness while she cried. The emotions were n't hitting me yet- perhaps they never would- so I was stood instead wondering if her housemates were getting back soon, and if it would be awkward trying to leave once they were. If they 'd depart a scene too. This was where matter got a little strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a daydreamer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this detachment I 'd been feeling recently was in theatrical role from that strange share of me suddenly doubling down. My reverie were out of hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to imagine them, vividly. I imagined the belittled of the two, porky slight Samantha. I guess Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her blanch little tit knotted and her plump rear up and on display ... I imagined her upstairs from this very room, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some mingled verbalism of disgust and confusion. There was brief panic- had I popped a fuckup while breaking up with someone ? No, no- I was stood just as stoic and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched nerve in confusion, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` cypher. Wyrd. ``

Had she just picked up on my piffling oneirism ? No way. I thought about it again, about little Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, down in the mouth center ... Proportioned like a round of drinks, chubby sister, but with none of the innocence ...

Serah was watching me with that same weird expression. I met her gaze, and she glanced down at the ground.

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a little irritation into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't have sex. I thought you ... I thought you said something. ``

`` Yeah ? I did n't say anything. '' She looked back up at me, and when she met my optic again I raised one eyebrow and let my imagination loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three digits. Serah audibly gasped.

Was Serah reading my mind ? Was I projecting my thoughts ? This was insane.

`` I need a drink. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the room purposefully. Once I was out on the hallway with the door closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a piddling neural, if Serah was developing psychic powers ... there were definitely things from the last couple of weeks I did n't want her to make love about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the little cesspool in her bathroom and cupped my work force under the tap, slugging a little water at a prison term between my lips. I wanted to try out with this. I had to experiment with it.

I walked back into the room. Serah had composed herself back into her mask of sadness. I wondered how a great deal of it was genuine now, seeing how quickly much of it had fallen away. She watched me warily.

How was this going to lick ? I had a touch, a kind of working theory based on instinct. A twain of clock time since my daydream had gotten out of deal, I had noticed former multitude gazing glassily at wherever my tending was focused. I 'd found it to be a strange coincidence, but now those piddling recollections were exciting and a footling chilling. I was broadcasting view !

`` flavor, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eyes. At the same time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the inside of her mind, and something crazy happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her mind. I felt her ministration at my leaving, because whatever she had just seen or heard or ... or experienced, about Sam ... it had shaken her, and she needed to think about it ... she wanted me to go, I could feel that ...

But then I felt the former thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, halt, you want him to stay. I licked my lips.

`` What is it ? '' I said aloud.

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to stay, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make sure I do.

`` stay, please, '' she blurted out. I raised an brow again.

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast Thomas More and more desire for me to persist. I started building a scenario in her mind, some ideas to try and hold back me here.

`` Please ... please stay. I 'll, '' she hesitated, and licked her lips lightly, `` I 'll do anything to keep on you here. ``

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't roll in the hay what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and confusedness. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't require this to be messy. ``

`` No drawstring, '' she said in an almost voicelessness. I felt a stirring of guiltiness, seeing how conflicted she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the truth of that, built up of my broadcast notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a short while, then. '' I said, letting the spook of a smile pertain my brim. I continued to transmit, letting the construction heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some doubtfulness in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to need to crusade her to do something way out of fiber to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking uncertain. She was wearing a dungaree skirt that buttoned up the English, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a lightly white shirt in blues and reds. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy dark pools over a small-grained face and juicy red lips.

She began to fumble at her buttons on her shirt. I closed the aloofness between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim doll, too, getting it off in half the clock time it took her to manage the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in seat by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the panties she had on. I tugged the pantie down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her tail cheeks and found her purulent back talk, two thick crinkle that pursed almost like a hornpout. I leaned in finis and breathe in, then darted a clapper over them. Already moist.

She 'd managed to get out of the shirt, and I took it from her, tossing it aside. I made short work of her bra fastener, and had those soft anatomy give up and bouncing in moments. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my dick, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a finger along her cunt, and she shuddered. I could still experience how conflict she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the metacarpophalangeal joint, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a little, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the wet from her sopping hole all over her genitalia, then spanked it gently, getting a pant. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my dick inside.

Warm, wet and scrumptious. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her button, still driving away at her with abandon. With my fingers still moist with her succus, I spread her cheeks to bet down at her short dark-brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm line of descent that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over sentence that minuscule maw, so close and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger drift close to it, just graze the variety in texture and light touch against the puckered little hole. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

This time I brushed one finger over it, and watched in captivation as it almost breathed in answer, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could feel, from the strange footling corridor into her mind, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

`` Do you require this ? '' I asked, as my digit pressed a little more firmly against that small air mile of hers, and my imagination broadcast what it was she should serve.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her mind doing incredible stunting around me to absolve that short answer.

I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the little ring contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the kitty. Serah 's mind was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The taboo she had built up for herself, the loss of control- even if she did n't recognise it was me taking the restraint away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the only one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her pussy gripped my shaft and my fingerbreadth reamed her little arsehole, blowing away much of the resistance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too a lot, that I was about to suffer control and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to mishandle my load and fill up her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't necessitate the complication of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my broadcast idea without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck dick, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her human knee and lunged, wrapping her sass around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the scape, bobbing her header along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her pussy as she started to rise onto the balls of her feet. Once she had clearance from the floor she went for her arse as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too practically for me, watching her go nuts like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her head off my shaft, then watched rope after rope spattering out all over her face and those bang-up soft tit of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my guess broadcast, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my thinker was different now though- the alteration I had made were there to stay, it seemed.

`` I 'm going. '' I said. `` But I 'll see you again soon. ``

Serah looked up at me, confusion there on her face alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to work out .